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[Fniff]

Scream until my vocal chords go out. Then get onto the thing.

[ggamer]

quietly walk to R&D

[malkomk]

Fniff-R lets out a loud scream. "Citizen Fniff-R, you have 10 seconds to board the jackobot." Fniff-R climbs aboard sadly. The jackobot zooms off.

GG-R leaves the hall and starts walking. Skrank-B rounds on him. "You, where are you going? Get on the flybot."

[Fniff]

((Am I out of the game?))

[ggamer]

"hmm? oh, sorry."

board the flybot

[Nirur Torir]

I swiftly and efficiently take my assigned equipment and the envelope while boarding the flybot; I shall happily read it out loud on the way there.

[malkomk]

((Fniff, you are most definitely NOT out of the game. Your character is merely going to recieve a brainscrub, which means he will lose all his memories. However, in the Computer's view, he committed treason because he apparently knew something about the Outside. Don't ask me how.))

GG-R and Nirur-R climb into the flybot, with Nirur taking his assigned equipment -- a RED laser-pistol, 10 fresh laser-pistol barrels, and a small, RED communication unit -- and the RED envelope with him. Skrank-B climbs in too, dragging along Cript-R. "Flybot, take that crate aboard," he orders. The flybot extends a grappling hook and pulls the crate inside. "GG-R, take your equipment! We don't have time to dawdle!"

The interior of the flybot is a cramped little cockpit with six passenger seats in two rows and two pilot seats in front of a bank of controls - buttons, knobs, switches, dials. Skrank-B slams the door closed, climbs into a pilot seat, and fastens the seatbelt. "Right, you lot, get in the seats and buckle up." He hits a button. "R&D department, top speed." The flybot's engines hum, warming up. "10 seconds to liftoff."

Nirur-R, disregarding the seatbelt order, opens the envelope. It seems there is a copy of their mission briefing inside. Luckily, it mentions their destination sector -- JKQ -- which was unfortunately interfered with during the original transmission, probably by commie hackers. Or maybe the [DFSR] [DFSR] secret [DFSR].

((DFSR = Deleted For Security Reasons))

[ggamer]

Grab equipment, buckle up.

[Nirur Torir]

Throw myself into a seat and buckle up as fast as I can.

[malkomk]

GG-R grabs his stuff (it's the same as Nirur-R's) and hastily buckles up.

Nirur-R flings himself into a seat and buckles up as fast as he can. Which is not, as it turns out, nearly fast enough. As he grabs for the belt, the flybot rises into the air and hurtles forward. He is slammed against the seatback. Trembling, he clicks the buckle in place and looks for his envelope. As it turns out, the envelope flew from his grasp when he flung himself into the seat, and he watches as it flutters through the air... to get sucked into a engine vent. Uh-oh. I hope they won't need that there little envelope...

Cript-R didn't buckle himself in, for some weird reason. He is flung backwards; and he stumbles, falls, and lies still. Apparently he got knocked out by the blow. He should be coming around soon... ((Cript, if you don't post a turn soon I'll put your character on autopilot till you come back.))

Updated character info: http://typewith.me/KvIYdp0x8z (the same place as normal)
((ggamer, if you wanted a specific character name, you ought to have stated it in your application post. I saw your edit in the stats sheet, but I assumed it was some random person messing around. Sorry. It seems a bit late to change name now, but when you run through your six clones and need a new character you can have your name changed.))

[Nirur Torir]

Oops.

I sheepishly wait.

((You shouldn't really expect people to be able to post every hour. I'd say just auto people with sensible, obvious actions if not much is going on.))

[ggamer]

I sheepishly wait.

[Criptfeind]

((Sorry bro, when you said one update a day, I thought you meant less then one every 15 minutes. I will try to keep up.))

I lay on the ground and try to no longer be knocked out.

[mcclay]

I buckle the fuck up.

[malkomk]

((Hey! You weren't in the game... Oh, OK, I suppose I can make a exception, just this once, for a player getting in. But in the future I'll be unable to do this.

Also, I'm not going to keep doing updates this often. I guess I got a little carried away there. So, from now on, updates from one to five times a day (possibly more if I'm bored and there's posts).))

Mcclay-R buckles the [CENSORED] up. How did he get in here? I didn't see him in the briefing room... I guess he just kind of blended in.

Cript-R becomes concious once more.

GG-R and Nirur-R wait.

"Transit in progress. ETA: 10 minutes," drones the flybot AI.

((Come on, do something interesting to pass the time. Play PDC games, discuss the mission, speculate... first person to do something interesting gets first go with the R&D equipment! We'll arrive next turn, or maybe turn after next if something really interesting (ie a firefight) happens.))